AN: Voldemort looks like a 20-year-old version of his 16-year-old self. Black hair, pale skin, red eyes

Voldemort looks at Harry, from across the table.

Harry looks at his plate, playing with his food.

"Eat, child."

"Not hungry."

Voldemort sighs.

Harry pushes the plate away.

"So, are you going to your friends for Christmas or what? I don't really do anything for Christmas."

"I'm not allowed to leave, remember?" Harry snaps, messing with his shirt sleeve.

He rolls his eyes.

"I'm going to my room."

"Whatever."

Harry goes to his room and falls onto the bed

Voldemort looks around then fire calls Dumbledore.

"What is it, Tom?"

"Don't call me that it's Voldemort now! And why did you make us sign ghat stupid contract."

"I didn't make anyone sign anything."

"Yes, you did you threatened Nagini!"

"I don't recall."

He rolled his eyes.

"Well, I need to be off, Tom."

"Well, why couldn't you let Harry leave."

Dumbledore closes the call.

Voldemort growls and lets Nagini wrap around his shoulders.

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Harry looks at Hedwig as she flies in with a mouse and offers it to him.

Voldemort goes upstairs.

Harry turns the mouse into a glass figure.

Voldemort knocks.

Harry hides Hedwig. "What?"

"Um. Want to make cookies?"

"Why?"

"It's Christmas."

"I guess."

"Um... want to... invite your friends... for... uhh... dinner?"

"No."

"Okay..."

"Get out of my room."

Voldemort goes down and gets everything for cookies.

Harry releases Hedwig, sending her to Ron.

Voldemort waits for him.

Harry comes down quietly.

Voldemort looks down.

Harry starts to make the dough.

Voldemort helps, petting Nagini now and then.

Harry carefully forms the cookies.

Voldemort looks at him as he cuts out shapes.

Harry focuses on the cookies.

Voldemort just makes stars.

Harry puts the cookies on a pan a make circular ones from the scraps.

Voldemort eats some scraps.

Harry looks at him and his glasses fall down his nose.

"What?"

"Nothing," Harry says, trying to push up his glasses without getting them dirty.

He laughs a little.

Harry glares at him.

"What?'

"Asshole." Harry mumbles.

"Oh come on I thought we were having fun here."

"This is exactly what I did at my aunt's house."

"So cookie making is not fun for you?"

"Can I eat them?"

"Of course. After we decorate them..."

"Okay."

"So... are you having fun or..."

"I guess..."

Voldemort frowns a little.

"Are you?"

He shrugs. "I never did this before... it's a little fun..."

"Okay." Harry puts the cookies in the oven.

Voldemort gets things to make the frosting.

Harry shows him how to make it.

He helps.

Harry tries to ignore how close he's getting.

"So what else, besides the frosting, do we put on?"

"U-uh sprinkles?"

"I don't have any..."

"That's fine."

"Are you sure? I can get a death eater to get some."

"It's fine."

"Okay."

Harry colors the frosting and tenses a little as Voldemort's hands appear on his waist. "What are you doing?"

"Hugging you."

"This is hugging?"

"Um. I think so."

Harry looks back at him.

Voldemort looks back at him.

Harry looks at his hands.

"What?"

"I thought they moved."

"What moved?"

"You're hands."

Voldemort looks at him confused.

"You moved them lower."

"Why would I?"

"I don't know."

"So. Am I not hugging right?"

"This is not hugging."

"Then what is hugging?"

Harry turns around and wraps his arms around him.

He stiffens.

Harry looks at him. "This is hugging."

"Oh?" He slowly hugs back.

Harry looks up at him.

"This... This is... nice?"

"I think so."

Voldemort pulls away.

Harry looks at him.

"Um... any more cookies you wanna make?"

Harry shakes his head and takes the ones they made from the oven.

"If you want I can get a death eater to get a tv for us to watch Christmas movies."

"Okay."

He goes and owls a death eater.

Harry cools them.

He goes back.

Harry looks at him.

He grins.

Harry starts to decorate.

Voldemort tries to help.

Harry laughs as he messes up

He frowns.

Harry helps him.

He smiles.

Harry goes to the sitting room.

Voldemort follows and sees the tv is there.

Harry sits there.

"Um... anything you wanna watch?"

Harry shrugs.

"Okay."

Harry yawns.

Voldemort sighs.

Harry turns on a random Christmas movie; It's a Wonderful Life.

Voldemort sits next to bim.

Harry looks at him.

"What's his?"

"It's a wonderful life..."

"What's with the taking glowing circles?"

"It's heaven."

"What's heaven?"

"I'm not going into it, it's to do with Christianity."

"Oh." After a few more minutes into the movie. "is he going to die?"

"Just watch the movie."

Voldemort nods and watches.

Harry leans against him, not realizing it.

He flinches.

Harry's head rests on his chest.

Voldemort slowly puts an arm around him.

Harry looks at him.

Voldemort slowly relaxes.

Harry puts his head back down and watches as George jumps into the river after Clearance."

Voldemort stares at the screen blankly.

Harry looks at him. "What?"

"Hmm?"

"Nevermind."

"Okay..."

Harry continues to watch the movie.

Voldemort looks at Harry.

Harry doesn't notice.

Voldemort frowns.

Harry shifts against him.

Voldemort pulls Harry closer.

Harry looks up at him.

Voldemort cuddles him.

Harry opens his mouth to comment but leaves it be.

Voldemort looks at Harry.

Harry stares at him.

Voldemort tries to blink back tears.

"What's the matter?"

"I-I never got to- do this, ever, and it's nice but... it's not like you really want to..."

Harry leans up and looks at him.

"Y-yes?"

Harry kisses him gently, shocking both of them.

Voldemort stiffens.

Harry starts to pull away.

Voldemort watches confused.

Harry looks away.

Voldemort frowns.

"S-sorry."

"It's- it's okay."

Harry gets up.

"Are- are you... okay?"

"Y-yeah."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's okay."

"Okay..."

Harry goes upstairs.

Voldemort turns off the tv.

Harry lays down.

Voldemort makes hot chocolate.

Harry looks at the packages sitting on his desk.

Voldemort goes upstairs levitating the two cups with him.

Harry doesn't touch the packages.

He knocks. "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"May I come in?"

"Sure..."

He walks in. "I made hot chocolate."

"Thanks."

He hands him a mug.

Harry takes it and takes a sip

He smiles and sits.

Harry looks at him.

"I'm sorry for reacting how I did."

"It's alright."

"Are you sure?"

Harry nods.

"Okay. Um... how's the chocolate?"

"It's good."

He drinks some. "Why don't you open your presents?"

"Not right now."

"I um. Got something for you. Well... I had someone get it..."

Harry looks at him.

He hands him a neatly wrapped package.

Harry looks at him then carefully opens it.

He watches.

Harry looks at him.

He smiles.

Harry pulls a snake hatchling out of the box. "Thank you." He hisses.

"You're welcome." He hisses back.

Harry smiles.

"Can. Can we. Kiss again."

Harry looks at him and blushes. "Y-yeah."

Voldemort softly kisses him.

Harry quickly makes the kiss rougher and pulls him closer.

He pulls away.

Harry blushes. "S-sorry."

"I-its okay... Just- just need to... take it slow. I'm not used to... affection."

Harry bites his lip.

He kisses his forehead.

Harry kisses him.

Voldemort kisses softly back.

Harry pulls him closer.

He lets him.

Harry deepens the kiss a little.

He pulls a bit away.

Harry holds his head.

He looks at him.

Harry continues to kiss him.

He kisses softly back.

Harry pulls away for air.

He smiles.

Harry looks at him

Voldimort kisses his forehead.

Harry lays down nd pulls him down for another kiss.

He kisses back.

They spend the rest of the night, kissing, and cuddling, getting further, and closer to one another